[Ordinarily, Noctis would bless whichever god had given Prompto his penchant or wearing skin tight jeans that showed off absolutely everything. At the moment, he was torn between cursing them and deciding if it was worth it to try and just rip the fabric to get them down. Especially when he's so distracted by those fingers brushing across his lips, snaking his tongue out to lap over them as they pass.
Until finally his fingers curl into the waist band and he tugs just right and they slid down, taking the boxers below with them. He tugs them down to mid thigh, then down over bent knees, until they can slide from strong legs and end up in a pile on the floor.]
You're right. I do belong on my knees worshiping you.
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Until finally his fingers curl into the waist band and he tugs just right and they slid down, taking the boxers below with them. He tugs them down to mid thigh, then down over bent knees, until they can slide from strong legs and end up in a pile on the floor.]
You're right. I do belong on my knees worshiping you.